Answer:
I am a beverage named after a stick.
In my yard there's a bed with no pillows a trunk with no clothes a branch with no leaves. What am I looking at?
I move very slowly. I accompany life, and survive past demise. I am viewed with esteem in many womenβs eyes.
I am gentle enough to soothe your skin light enough to fly in the sky and strong enough to crack rocks.
I get thrown in the air and will fall down. I get thrown down and I will rise in the air. What am I?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.